Except for Ginny, all four were Survivors whose physiques had exceeded thirty-five points.
Putting everything else aside, if these people could join his Shelter, they would immediately form a combat-ready force.
He wouldn't even need to train them much; they could take on exploration missions with him.
Thinking of this, Vikram's gaze towards them was filled with eagerness.
However, when he saw their somewhat dejected expressions, he frowned again.
"What's with those expressions, everyone? The danger has been dealt with. Are you not planning to join my Shelter?"
As he spoke, Vikram's face involuntarily turned cold, and he glared at the five of them.
If these people weren't planning to join his Shelter, Vikram wouldn't have bothered to spare a glance at whether they lived or died.
He had wasted a pile of bullets and risked his life to save them this time.
But now, their expressions were like this, making it hard for him not to suspect they were going back on their word.
